Friar Tuck spoke of Common Ground, I speak of Common Desires, Dreams
Muslim, Jew and Christian, even atheists hope for the same things.... An unbombed home, a fertile garden, healthy babies and loving unworried wives and husbands. Peace on their little piece of Earth. My mother used to read Rudyard Kipling to me and I remembered this Prayer of his and looked it up to recall it's wise words. My brother kneels, so saith Kabir, To stone and brass in heathen-wise, But in my brother's voice I hear My own unanswered agonies. His God is as his fates assign, His prayer... Sign in to see full entry.